Tek had his Iron Pole strapped to his back loosely, so he could pull it off easily in a fight. His wardrobe now changed to some boiled leather garments and iron gauntlets, along with a red bandanna around his neck. He made sure he was well equipped and supplied before leaving the town to venture out into the wilderness, searching, yet again, for a cure. He followed a great river out westward, where he heard tales of deep magicks and great beasts. He had to cross another forest, a grassy plain, and a desert to get there however, so he thought he might pay Hector and the other's a quick visit before setting out. It wouldn't hurt to offer to have them come with him. Wasn't Ranz losing his Lifeblood or something? Tek figured he might want to come to check the rumors out as well. And he wouldn't mind the others company. Or maybe they had heard of something closer that might help him... he decided it wouldn't hurt to check.

Ranz slumped against the ground, murmering random words as his mind flashed lightspeed over all the ideas, thoughts, everything going on in his head.. If he survived it he'd lose another tear.. sure.. but he would seriously have his head sorted out. He wasn't sure though.. based on recent events who knows how much of his soulfire blood he'll lose.. D*mn this curse!

Ranz got up, grabbed a root beer ((hope you don't mind) and chugged it in a flat three seconds. ((355 ml Can)) and glanced at her. "Alright, what would you like to do? This day is for you, period. No ands ifs or buts, whatever you want to do."